dreampost: even more after dark edition (III)

[wotanon]

[ AGAIN, but this time it's future is now's fault,

shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[devilmightcare]

[ ouch

there's another wince but his reaction really doesn't seem appropriate to the level of damage - - it's like he stepped on a lego and didn't just get stabbed in the gut - - and breathlessly he laughs. ]

What are you... A sadist?

[notadrop]

Yes! Just one of the things that makes me fucking uncute!

[ goddamn why are you so poor but so jacked up. rich kids want to know

going for his chest, aiming for a lung this time. ]

[devilmightcare]

[ he's a busy man

the stab to his lung has him wheezing out a breath, finally hunching over some - - but, his first stab wound is already starting to heal, sealing itself up. ]

Guess...

We're not a bad match.

[notadrop]

Seriously?! Did you spend all your money on fucking nanomeds or something?

[ they hesitate this time, though, and opt to just slam the hilt into the side of his head instead. ]

[devilmightcare]

They're a good tool of the trade --

[ ow :(

he holds his head up to the side of his skull, blinking ]

Hey, hey, just not the face!

[notadrop]

[ growlllll ]

Do you think this is a game?

[devilmightcare]

I dunno -- what are you hopin' I'll do? Beg for mercy?

[notadrop]

No, I'm hoping you'll end up hospitalized like a fucking normal person!

[devilmightcare]

I hate hospitals, so pass.

[notadrop]

[

stabs him in the thigh, before holding the knife to his throat ]

Still think I'm endearing, shithead?

[devilmightcare]

[ grunts -- then laughs, breathless again and almost wet sounding as the wound to his lung re-seals, tipping his head ]

Yep. Sorry t'disappoint.

[notadrop]

[ they press the blade against his skin just enough to draw blood,

and also get transfixed by it whoops. ]

And cute?

[devilmightcare]

Cute ... as hell.

[ he speaks, carefully, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly ]

[notadrop]

...If you don't wanna wake up in a jail cell, you better keep calling me that.

[ and then they angle the knife upward so they can tiptoe to kiss his neck right below the wound.

and also you know lick up some of the blood but w/e ]

[devilmightcare]

[ he relaxes some, with a soft chuckle, though it grows a bit thicker at their touch; he doesn't move to touch them back yet, though ]

Changed your tune?

[notadrop]

I just thought I'd have mercy for a trashy loser. Like, that's all. Be thankful.

[devilmightcare]

I'm sooo grateful.

[ but he's grinning ]

Hey -- can I touch you or what? Your hair, maybe?

[notadrop]

Go ahead.

[devilmightcare]

[ nice

he lifts his hand to gently stroke their hair before tangling his fingers in it, murmuring - - ]

Soft - - d'you use a fancy shampoo?

[notadrop]

[ there's a soft rumble in their throat as they tilt their head into his hand. ]

Uh, yeah? I wouldn't look this cute without, like, taking care of myself.

[devilmightcare]

[ rubbing his fingertips lightly into their scalp with a hum ]

Guess so! You must be popular.

[notadrop]

I'm the highest earner, so yeah.

[devilmightcare]

You do this kinda thing often?

[notadrop]

Uh, work at a maid cafe? Yeah, it's my job?

[devilmightcare]

Robbery's part of the job description?